~~~~~ Your pictures don’t have all the memories Some of them are on my skin lined and stained by a dozen crayons wielded by hands Who are yet to learn their ABCs. A doorframe upstairs would have summaries Of years of growing the children have had Counted by inches, a hue for each child ’tilContinue reading “MEMORIES ON THE WALL”


His tiny hands are not so tiny anymore His feet now run away when he’s called his big smile saying “catch me if you can!” The infant who could do nothing but cry has learned to put his brothers to tears. His babbling voice still learning to form words will soon challenge mine. Years haveContinue reading “EMPTY ARMS”